Syllables are sometimes sharp and sometimes low-pitched, and as they change, the liquid in the cup also changes.
The initially boiling liquid gradually subsides.
A large number of bubbles disappear quickly, and the hot vapor rises all over the cup, slowly vanishing.
No matter how hot the fire below is, the liquid in the cup truly condenses into a layer of white ice.
This strange phenomenon lasts for more than ten minutes.
Finally, the fire under the cup automatically extinguishes.
Angelet's mouth no longer emits any syllables.
He tightly purses his lips and frowns, staring intently at the cup.
The liquid inside starts to boil again without changing color.
"Failure?"
He lifts the cup and pours it directly into the sink next to him.
Every dormitory has its own sink and bathroom.
Though small, it is divided into two separate compartments.
"Zero, summarize the experience of failure."
"There is an unstable curve in the coordination of spiritual power. The activity in the medicinal materials was lost."
"So what?" Angelet takes a deep breath. "Proceed."
He places the cup back on the upper circle of the heat source.
...
In the evening, Angelet holds two test tubes filled with green ointment, a bitter smile on his face.
The process of concocting blood-clotting ointment took him more than seven or eight hours.
He only succeeded twice out of ten attempts.
"Luckily, one part of the blood-clotting ointment can yield at least ten magic stones. Doing business in pharmaceuticals is indeed a lucrative venture. But with a chip like mine, only maintaining this success rate is possible."
Angelet shakes his head, feeling a bit helpless; obtaining these two portions of the blood-clotting ointment was truly difficult.
"But it also confirms that Zero has a significant advantage in fields demanding high accuracy like pharmaceuticals. With persistence, our income will soon increase in the future."
Although he wasted an entire day, Angelet's mood is now quite good.
One part of the blood-clotting ointment can earn at least nine magic stones.
If things continue like this, he will no longer have to worry about having too few magic stones.
"But if Anne and the other one come tomorrow, staying in the same room will undoubtedly expose the secret about this. A profession like a pharmacist doesn't require much training, yet it can achieve such a high success rate."
"This clearly goes beyond the understanding of ordinary people. In the future, I must be careful before concocting. Should I not allow Anne and the other one to stay? Or should I request a concoction room?"
He shakes his head; the latter method is obviously not effective.
Moreover, the two vials of ointment in his hands are not easy to handle now.
He is not an apprentice of any pharmaceutical teacher, but he can concoct two portions of the ointment at once.
Earning magic stones is a small matter, but if someone doubts or becomes curious about his concoction process, it will undoubtedly be detrimental to him.
Most teachers in Ramsouda Academy are proficient in anatomy.
In the case of the secret of the chip being discovered...
Angelet immediately dismisses this idea.
"It seems that making money from the pharmaceutical path is not possible now. Perhaps we can wait for the right moment in the future."
A normal pharmaceutical student needs several years at least to successfully concoct a pharmaceutical. It would consume a lot of material resources.
It would take several years at least for his identity to be gradually revealed.
However, pharmaceutical students can continuously research techniques and refine drugs that can stimulate enhanced mental faculties. However, the source of medicinal materials must be carefully collected."
After planning a bit, he puts away the two vials of ointment.
Angelet cheerfully takes out the covenant and carefully studies it from beginning to end.
Without strict conditions, he easily signs it.
Finally, he takes out Yuri's letter, gently opens it, and pulls out the paper inside.
"Dear Angelet, how are your days in Ramsouda? I heard that your academy is famous for Necromancy and Dark Magic. It is a terrifying and bloodthirsty place. I hope you are not frightened by the dry corpses and sudden appearance of the undead in the middle of the night."
Angelet smiles in silence and continues reading.
"What I did not expect is that the White Fang Castle, which I finally passed through the selection, is very hostile to the other two major organizations in the area. Besides you, my letters cannot be sent anywhere else."
"From where I am to where you are, there are two major kingdoms in between. Our initial idea of contacting and helping each other seems to be in vain."
"After this letter, I will station at the local stronghold, and the disciples in the castle have to complete missions to obtain resource supplies; there is no other way."
"Perhaps I will not be able to contact you for a long time. I do not know where I will be stationed. I hope we will meet again in the future."
After reading the last line of the letter, a silver dot suddenly appears on the paper, quickly forming a signature.
The signature is a neat line of name: Yuri Sapphiron.
"Seal signature." Angelet recognizes this.
This is a very simple trick, using elemental particles to leave a trace on paper.
Through special techniques and energy fluctuations, energy particles can leave different effects between different types of paper. Generally, a slightly stronger second-level apprentice can easily use it.
He puts away the letter and puts it back into the envelope.
Angelet sits at the desk and thinks for a while, then stands up to wash, takes off his clothes, and lies down to rest.
The next morning.
Anne actively comes to knock on the door.
Angelet opens his eyes, pulls the cotton quilt off the bed, shakes his head a little dazedly.
He glances at the crystal clock next to him.
Seven o'clock in the morning.
This is the problem with the underground academy; without a clock, it is impossible to distinguish between day and night.
After getting up and putting on clothes, Angelet walks to open the door.
Anne stands outside the door with a smile on her face, and behind her, other students occasionally pass by.
"Am I disturbing you?" She glances at Angelet, then takes a few steps forward and enters the room.
"How is the covenant?"
"It's signed." Angelet takes out the covenant and hands it to her.
Joy lights up in Anne's eyes.
Today, she also wears a tight-fitting hunter outfit like yesterday, but instead of long leather pants, she wears a black leather dress, and on her long white thighs, she wears a pair of black boots, highlighting her fair skin.
"Do you want me?" She leans on Angelet, looks up at him, and actively presses her chest against his arm.
"We will soon have a Reflective Magic class taught by Professor Vivian."
Angelet speaks in a low voice while suppressing the burning fire in his heart.
"We have plenty of time tonight."
He reaches out and firmly grabs Anne's buttocks in her short skirt.
"It seems that my eyes are indeed correct," Anne laughs.
"Someone who can control his male instincts will undoubtedly not be ordinary."